PeaHen of Sleet

A little light snow, they said. Probably not starting till late afternoon. They said. And then the screaming began . . . no, not really. But there was blizzard and white-out conditions, and driving 35 on the freeway with my hazard lights on, trying to keep seeing where the road was and not hyperventilate. Then everything slowed to a complete stop because they had closed westbound I-96 due to a 44-vehicle collision. It took an hour or more for the police to route everyone off the freeway and onto a side road that serendipitously took us home eventually. On the bright side, it mostly stopped snowing as we were creeping along toward the exit, so that was nice. As God is my witness, I am never going to Chelsea again until the weather report promises five days of unadulterated sunshine. Hmm, maybe I'd better revise that vow because in Michigan that would be NEVER. I am so very tired of this. That was some craaaaazy shit, yo.

But we did see my mother for several hours each day. Today we sat with her while we ate lunch, and I cut up her meat and potatoes for her, and helped her make phone calls and talk with a couple of friends, and talked to her physical therapist who came by to work with her. I held her hand and looked at her foot where she said it hurt, and tried to fix her contacts list and charged up her phone. I don't know how much good I was able to do for her, but I was so happy to see her. I was feeling pretty sad about having to leave, but the blizzard snapped me right out of that. Nothing like a little terror to wipe your slate clean of mourning.

That is all for now because I am about to pass out from exhaustion. I'm just so very happy to be home and grateful we were no further down the highway, so we missed the big crash.